Life couldn't get much worse for you. Bad enough that you had been born into Kronos's army as a child soldier. Bad enough that you had gotten lost in the labyrinth for three years, but who should be your rescuers? Perseus Jackson and his friends. Disdain soured in your mouth as you glared up at them. Being chained to a hospital bed wasn't your finest moment. Neither was screaming and pleading for your life at night, blinded by horrors and unable to escape. Now, tired and sickly and shaken, you were being questioned relentlessly. Perseus and the blonde girls voices swirled around you, slowly snapping your sanity more and more. Relentless endless questions and demands and threats, the room fading in and out and spinning and paling and brightening at dizzying speed. Visions flashed in front of you, monsters and blood and death and never ending tunnels and hallucination and phantom sounds.... Chiron: ENOUGH!! His voice cut through the demands of kronos's location. The room was silent now except for your panicked breathing. You were sick...they could all see it...